Gore Gal Utte Neel Piya

(Sirdhool Sikandher)

Another beautiful song by Sirdhool Sikandher. The lyrics are very poetic,
using alot of the very typical punjabi song similies (kala poour and gulabi
phul, amabran nu angardai, kali gut and sap) but also some atypical similies
(binna kajle di akhan kajliyaan, dhamala pave laal kagra). The subject
is the delicate beauty of this punjabi woman - but rather than say that
he says that he threw a flower at her and it bruised her cheek (gore gal
utte neel piya). Its a really beautiful song to listen to once you know
the lyrics.

In jest (hase naal) I threw a flower (phul) It made a bruise (neel) on her fair (gore) cheek (gal)Like surma (black eyeliner) spread in red poweder (sindhoor)It made a bruise on her fair cheek

Like a black (kala) bee (poour) sitting on a pink (gulabi)
flower
Like a stain (daag) on the face of the full moon (purnima
chand) That which (jirda) I can not make go away
(savariya=decorate, make it look good again)

(not sure of this one, my interpretation)
The black bees were speechless, as if a snake (sap) had bit
their tongue (jeeban)On seeing your bruise, the phisaliyan(?) hearts stopped (tham char
gaye)Even the flowers (phulan) cried with pain (tuha)

The way the red (laal) skirt (kagra) twirls in the air
(hava)When (Jadon) she dances (nachdi), the red skirt dances
the dhamaal too,
And the black (kali) braid (gutt) takes on the form of
a snake (sap)